Showing posts with label Madhur Jaffrey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madhur Jaffrey. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Merchant-Ivory: Shakespeare Wallah

Alas, Tony Buckingham is on the wrong side of both a generational divide and a cultural divide. There was a time when Indian audiences flocked to see his traveling Shakespearean company, but they find themselves out of favor in the mid-1960s. At least they will scuffle with class and culture in the freshly 2K restored early Merchant-Ivory production, Shakespeare Wallah (trailer here), which opens this Friday in New York.

Lizzie Buckingham was born in India, straight into her father’s acting troupe. Over the years, she has graduated from stagehand work to featured roles, like Ophelia. Unlike her parents, she has no memory of those salad days, so performing in any old venue feels natural to her. They represent an end of an era, just like the maharajah, for whom they give a private command performance in the opening scenes.

Fatefully, engine trouble while on the road to their next gig introduces the Buckinghams to their sort of rescuer, Sanju, a well-heeled playboy. He rather makes an impression on Lizzie and vice versa. However, she makes it clear she will not tolerate his usual gamesmanship. Indeed, he is rather impressed with her spirit and dazzled by the high culture she represents. Eventually, Manjula, his Bollywood star cousin, back-handedly acknowledges Ms. Buckingham could be a threat to the stake she claimed in Sanju.

Wallah is directly inspired by the experiences of Geoffrey Kendal’s thespian family, who essentially play fictionalized versions of themselves. In the years prior, they extensively toured the subcontinent, happily performing Shakespeare for appreciative audiences. This was the screen debut of his daughter, British TV star Felicity Kendal, who is probably most recognizable to American audiences for playing the wife of the bulky sweater-wearing Richard Briers on the 1970s Britcom Good Neighbors, which was in regular rotation on 1980s PBS stations. Although it probably helped type-cast her in “cute” roles, she is in fact, quite forceful and nuanced as Lizzie Buckingham.

Ironically, Kendal’s close friend Madhur Jaffrey portrayed her arrogant rival Manjula with flamboyant cattiness. It is a wonderful Bette Davis-kind of turn that heralded the start of a long association with Merchant and Ivory. Shashi Kapoor flashes the charm as Sanju, but he is more memorable for darker, more chauvinistic moments. Of course, it is Geoffrey Kendal and his off-screen wife Laura Liddell who supply the film’s bedrock grace and dignity as Tony and Carla Buckingham.


There is a free-and-easy vibe to Wallah that does not seem very Merchant-Ivory, but it is definitely in keeping with the swinging sixties. The black-and-white cinematography also stands in stark contrast to the lush look of their 1980s breakout films. In a weird way, it would make a fitting double bill with such radically dissimilar films as Olivier’s The Entertainer and A Hard Day’s Night. Highly recommended, Shakespeare Wallah opens this Friday (11/10) in New York, at the Quad Cinema.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Merchant-Ivory: Autobiography of a Princess

For most historians, Indira Gandhi’s legacy is decidedly mixed. She clearly favored the Soviets as a not-so Non-Aligned Nation and effectively suspended India’s democracy during the infamous State of Emergency, but she also began the process of normalizing diplomatic relations with Israel. However, the daughter of a fallen Indian Maharajah never equivocates in her opinion of the controversial prime minister. She will meet with her father’s former secretary to fondly remember the good old days, but he does not always share her idealized nostalgia in James Ivory’s Autobiography of a Princess, a Merchant-Ivory 1975 television special, which has its theatrical debut this Friday, along with a brand new 4K restoration of Heat and Dust.

Despite his mixed feelings, Cyril “Sahib” always keep his annual engagement with the Princess to mark the anniversary of her father’s death. To her, the Maharajah was a progressive reformer with a jolly sense of humor. Having served first as his tutor and then as his secretary, Cyril came to the conclusion the Indian royal was a master manipulator and a bully, so he is not especially eager to write his biography (and certainly not in the manner she so clearly expects).

Granted, he cannot deny the Maharajah provided opulent living conditions, but he largely blames the luxury for sapping his scholarly ambitions. During their late afternoon tea, the two old palace acquaintances will watch vintage news reel footage of early to mid-20th Century India specially delivered by the BBC, which will serve as Rorschach ink-blots for their perceptions of Indian history and society.

Autobiography is a deceptively simple two-hander, but it is a wonderfully thoughtful and graceful film. Like a good producer, Ismail Merchant re-purposed interview footage with former Indian nobles who had been stripped of their formal recognition and (more importantly) their government stipends, originally shot for an unfinished documentary. It is hard to weep for them, but the Princess seems to better exemplifies the sense of grace and duty that nobility is supposed to uphold. Yet, ironically, she again praises her father for giving her the independence to survive on her own (having jettisoned her deadbeat arranged husband long ago).

For many, this will be a James Mason film they are not familiar with, which should be reason enough to check out the Merchant-Ivory double-bill. In fact, it might just be one of his best performances, constituting some wonderfully complex, delicately shaded work. Although it is clear he has his misgivings about his service in Indian, his ultimate judgment of the Maharajah remains ambiguous.

While Mason exudes world-weariness, Madhur Jaffrey is absolutely luminous as the Princess. She is a forceful screen presence, who only allows the subtlest hints of doubt and insecurity to peak through the Princess’s charm and hospitality. Together, they are quietly terrific playing off each other.

The fifty-eight-minute, 2K-restored Autobiography is the extra added bonus paired up with Heat and Dust (for over three hours of Merchant-Ivory), but it is the bigger surprise and arguably the superior film, thanks to the assured co-leads. Very highly recommended, Autobiography of a Princess opens this Friday (9/8) in New York, at the Quad Cinema.